Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.